31 August 2007
29 August 2007
In the morning kitchen the floor is barred with the partners
Light and dark bipolar,
Eyeless in extremity.
To pace the span to natured end, or put elbow to rail in pre-silence,
In duplicate purpose.
The best of dark and bright
Seems birth-ordained illusion,
And disillusion then a glass, the world beyond.
27 August 2007
20 August 2007
19 August 2007
A silence as if its medium were gone,
The key depressed the skin caressed
The answer drawn away
In solitudes of many rooms
On trainless platforms waiting
Being is it, stepping shadow to light
To shadow constructions
Of fear and elation; it is itself merely.
In rain the water pools uncollected.
14 August 2007
13 August 2007
12 August 2007
11 August 2007
08 August 2007
06 August 2007
This over-reaching sky tells the smallness of our haste.
Still this touch, still leaf, flower;
We've spent this hour in three.
The sky's moment descending admits our arms' vast sweep,
Our eyes' myriad compass, one breath a life,
A handclasp become a thing incorporate.
In this uncustomed place our thought is voice,
Our dream and fear undoored as an empty room.